The road without end
There is at the end of the road without end, over there, at the bottom of wood, so far...
The moon does not have any more pity of us…
I often went, by the ways of the forest, to the cross. That lost, with the crossroads of...
I do not have any more the key
I had sworn that never I will not pass in front of the castle, for this day when you...
We held it
There are only in love ones, on the public benches, which have the right to be happy....
Did you really exist?
I remember this castle where we were going to walk. We walked along the ditches looking...
You hate my pessimism
I accompanied you at the bottom of glacier in this magic place where on the other side...
I failed to lose you
The morning, while raising me, I know that you will be there. The evening, you...
The prohibited stage
How much time did I say you not to go up at the top of the staircase? So often that I...
The heat of your hand
You wanted that I come with you to admire the cathedral, his turns, this sky which...
The marvellous gleam
One hour ago particular where the sun passes through the stained glasses projecting on...
J'aime ce qui est gothique, ce qui est romantique, je vous présente mes textes et mes photos. I like what is gothic, what is romantic, I present my texts and photos Steffan Urell
